Oberon Sterlyn
05-31-2011, 04:41 PM
Arriving the 12th of June
Addressed to Honoured Lord Leonard Althalos of the House Althalos, Noble Ruler of Blasa, Feared Keeper of Winter and Sovereign of the Ice Lands.
I applaud you, sir, for your swift and loyal aid to the Milovs of Tocken. It speaks volumes of you that, even with your current situation, you dare not let a friend's call to aid go unanswered. You remind me of my son, Corin, who would never let a companion fight alone.
But I fear that we Sterlyns, monarchs by the sword and axe, are not close enough to you to beg of your aid, so this letter will not contain an ounze of beggary. I am a frail and dying old bear, Leonard, but I have my pride. I merely ask that you attempt to tread diplomatically with my honoured kin, the Severnes. They are driven by a sense of duty that we both can empathise with; they merely wish to carve out a better future for their kin, so the sacrifices of loved ones were not in vain. Surely you, of all men, can see the sense in this?
So I beg of you, Great Lord, see them as fellows in this troublesome world and not as your enemies.
Alongside this, I caution you. I have heard that you have taken to drinking Pine Tea and Mead in one sitting. This is highly inadvisable! My first wife, Gods rest her serene soul, cautioned me against it, and my bowels voided themselves for weeks! I did love her so, my Lord, and it is only my second wife, and my children, that keep me from missing her to the afterlife.
You are a wise man, Leonard Althalos. You can see truth where there are lies. Sense where there is only tales. I know that, in these turbulent times, you will see througn the misty fog of falsehood, and come to tread along the right path.
Your friend and Northman-at-Heart, Lord Oberon Sterlyn.
Addressed to Honoured Lord Leonard Althalos of the House Althalos, Noble Ruler of Blasa, Feared Keeper of Winter and Sovereign of the Ice Lands.
I applaud you, sir, for your swift and loyal aid to the Milovs of Tocken. It speaks volumes of you that, even with your current situation, you dare not let a friend's call to aid go unanswered. You remind me of my son, Corin, who would never let a companion fight alone.
But I fear that we Sterlyns, monarchs by the sword and axe, are not close enough to you to beg of your aid, so this letter will not contain an ounze of beggary. I am a frail and dying old bear, Leonard, but I have my pride. I merely ask that you attempt to tread diplomatically with my honoured kin, the Severnes. They are driven by a sense of duty that we both can empathise with; they merely wish to carve out a better future for their kin, so the sacrifices of loved ones were not in vain. Surely you, of all men, can see the sense in this?
So I beg of you, Great Lord, see them as fellows in this troublesome world and not as your enemies.
Alongside this, I caution you. I have heard that you have taken to drinking Pine Tea and Mead in one sitting. This is highly inadvisable! My first wife, Gods rest her serene soul, cautioned me against it, and my bowels voided themselves for weeks! I did love her so, my Lord, and it is only my second wife, and my children, that keep me from missing her to the afterlife.
You are a wise man, Leonard Althalos. You can see truth where there are lies. Sense where there is only tales. I know that, in these turbulent times, you will see througn the misty fog of falsehood, and come to tread along the right path.
Your friend and Northman-at-Heart, Lord Oberon Sterlyn.